Sanctuary Cities

To the tune of "California Dreaming"

All the feds are gone

And the carpets are red.

"Y'all come and break our laws,"

They might well have said.

They'll put out a warning

If ICE plans a raid.

Sanctuary cities

Are forging ahead.

All the feds are gone

And the carpets are red.

"Y'all come and break our laws,"

They might well have said.

They'll put out a warning

If ICE plans a raid.

Sanctuary cities

Are forging ahead.

No sign of La Migra,

They've been all turned away.

Lots of vulnerable young females

Upon which studs can prey.

The town's like San Francisco,

Or maybe LA.

Sanctuary cities,

With no piper to pay.

All the feds are gone

And the carpets are red.

"Y'all come and break our laws,"

They might well have said.

Just wait for that warning

When they're planning a raid.

Sanctuary dreaming.

It's filled up my head.

Sanctuary dreaming.

It's filled up my head.

David Martin

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